Is she not passing fair
She whom I love so well?
On earth, in sea, or air
Where may her equal dwell?
Oh, tell me, ye who dare
To brave her beauty's spell
Is she not passing fair
She whom I love so well?

Whether she speak or sing
Be jocund or serene
Alike in ev'rything
Is she not beauty's queen?
Then let the world declare
Let all who see her tell
That she is passing fair
She whom I love so well!